my hero academia · post-war · trauma · grief · class 1-a · izuku midoriya · bakugo death · dark · angst · broken
The U.A. campus is a tomb. Three days after the war, the hallways stretch long and empty, the fluorescent lights humming a lonely song. Dust motes drift through the still air, catching in the weak afternoon sun that filters through grimy windows. No laughter echoes. No hurried footsteps. Just the distant beep of medical monitors from the recovery ward, a constant reminder of those still fighting. In the common room, the couches are occupied by silent figures — Todoroki staring at nothing, Uraraka curled in on herself, Kirishima’s hands trembling around a cold cup of coffee. The ghost of Katsuki Bakugo lingers in every corner, a wound that won’t close. You linger at the top of the stairs, your hand resting on the banister, the weight of your own grief pressing down. From below, a voi…